Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 218

In the evening, Arwen had just walked out of the closet when she paused in her steps. Her gaze locked on the man who stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his cuffs before moving to smooth his collar.

She wouldn’t call him overly dressed, for he was just wearing what he usually did, yet somehow it felt different tonight. Clad in black and grey, Aiden looked dashingly handsome —like one of those morally grey men she often read about in the novels. The kind whose mere presence could shatter every ounce of self-control you thought you had.

Her heart thumped hard inside her chest as she stood frozen, forgetting even to blink for several seconds, Her trance only broke when his deep voice reached her ears.

"I guess you would need to wipe it off," he said casually.

She blinked, confusion flickering across her face as she glanced at him through the mirror. "Huh?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

"Your drool," Aiden replied, his tone laced with amusement. He gestured towards her face, his sharp eyes meeting hers in the mirror. "You wouldn’t want anyone else to see that, do you?"

Though she was still partly entranced by him, it took Arwen only a second to realize what he meant. Her face turned crimson with embarrassment as she instinctively reached up to wipe near her lips, only to find her skin dry.

It hit her then —he was teasing her, again.

"You —" Arwen’s eyes narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line as she stared at him in the reflection.

Aiden raised his brows. "What? You weren’t drooling?" he asked unapologetically. "Strange! Your expression just now felt like it was in awe looking at me."

Arwen’s eyes narrowed further, the glint of a challenge glowing in her gaze. After a brief second, she spoke, her tone laced with defiance. "So what?"

She resumed her walk, closing the distance between them without a hint of hesitation. Standing right in front of him, between his frame and the mirror, she tilted her chin defiantly. "So what if I am drooling over your looks?" She reached out to trace a finger on his jawline, her movement slow but deliberate.

"You are my husband," she said with tone firm and steady. "And I —only I —hold the rightful right to drool over you. Who told you to look like this tonight." Her voice softened slightly, teasing. "You know today, you look like the men I often fantasize about in my dreams."

Aiden’s expression that was about to get on a smirk, shifted instantly. His gaze narrowed at her, sharp enough to pierce through her soul. "You fantasize about a man in your dreams?" he asked, clearly bothered. _{ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com}